Tuesday, May 17, 2011

and I will say it loudly and I will shout it

how can I ever say goodbye
to the man who liked his tea black
his coffee never
who preferred spice to salt
who would rub either in my wounds

how can I ever say goodbye
to the man whose poetry was sporadic
whose songs were scarce
who unfolded like a flower
who denied me my blossoming

how can I ever cry
for two years that were not mine
that clung only to my body and my eyes
and whose years were they
and who would carry me from them
but myself

--

Song for tomorrow.

1 comment: